Feb 2012

Tick Tock

The clock ticks on by but I'm running,
Running out of time.
Love was started and I watch it ending.
Why does all die in time?

I try to let all go as planned,
To let fate take it's palce,
But I need things to change,
Even more I need to escape,
I pry at the clock,
It freezes,
And for a moment I can let go,
I can forget and in a moment I am free,
No longer trapped by time,
No longer trapped by the horrible fate that would've come if time didn't freeze.

I wrote this when sad so forgive me if it's bad.
Victoria Jennings
Written by
Victoria Jennings  Rhode Island
(Rhode Island)   
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